god's special creation!

here is the little guy who totally stole my heart on the recent "baby road trip". his name is connor. he belongs to my honorary 'daughter' which we decided makes me his honorary grandmother. i couldn't be happier ☺!

the music plays on

risking delight while the music plays on
harmonious chords break free from unexpected places
joy bursts loose from sorrow
heartstrings plucked out of hollow scores
a tune like we have never heard before
the music plays on

delight risked, all for a new song
sorrow melted away by fresh notes
harsh gongs left behind, if only for a moment,
emptiness disappears
delight takes its place &
the music plays on…

…this time with a slightly new beat

image and poetry party found at abbey of the arts. join the fun here.

"above all remember that the meaning of life is to build life as if it were a work of art. you're not a machine...start working on this great work of art called your own existence."

--Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

"the maiden" by gustav klimt

the journey

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~

(Dream Work)

Liminal space.

The place between here and there.

Between now and then.

The threshold of something new.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

Taking the hand of a child in our own can connect us to our unique, special childlikeness.

Listening to the birds of the air can stir our hearts to sing—to play—to soar.

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

Watching the moments of time slip through my fingers.
Am I waiting or am I wasting?
How will I know the difference?

teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time

Hey, creative spirit!

Are you sleeping?
Or just at rest?



teardrops ~ tiny reflections of joy and sorrow; wisdom, knowledge and confusion; capturing moments in time